Wednesday I couldn’t get through the street in our village because of all the men hanging lights down the road and on the catholic church. In Portugal roads are for people first and cars second. I had been warned about this weekend. My children were told that no one sleeps during the three day event. It’s some sort of honoring of the patron saint of our village….what ever that means. The music started blaring out of the same speaker the church bells ring. If a songs playing and it’s 12:00…you get the two for one special…bells and a song.
The church has a stage set up in the parking lot and right after they say all their prayers, over a loud speaker none the less, the rock bands gear up and last night didn’t stop til 3:00 am. We try to run fans to drown out the sound, but when they shoot off those high powered fireworks that Michael says sound like a howitzer, there is no sleeping to be had. I wish I could catch one of those on video so you can see what I’m talking about. It’s indescribably loud.
They take their parties seriously around here.
I’m in a video mood, so here is another one. (Videos take FOREVER to upload…I guess I’m bored….for the record it took me an hour to upload this one…it’ll be a while before I get this bored again. I can guarantee that!) I have no idea where my sons pants are in this video. This is how his relationship is with our family cat…sort of a love/hate one.